God Is Not Tired Yet

In God’s own world humane once Blood flows thick as irate streams Bullets rip through the dream buds The homeless stray as alien discards Terror breeds in the fanatic hearths Lives mutilated by the vile instincts People plunge at will in vice and sin Lost empathy finds easy way astray Morality defaced by harsh intolerance Kinship disintegrates in abhorrence. In God’s own world so beautiful ever The sun rises in multi-color grandeur The ocean embraces the golden shores The sky sparkles with moon and stars The rains shower the music of clouds The forest makes scenic emerald lattice The river carries land’s essence to sea. The children born to inhabit the world Still smile and play merrily in the field God is not tired of the humankind yet If we try humane world we'll again get. Written : September 18, 2017 April 23, 2020 Contest : Strand Pick C, Any Theme, Any Form Sponsor : Brian Strand